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were preparing to 60 back to shore, be burss

were preparing to 60 back to shore, be bursa
out all Of a sudden with:
"Say, Mr.. Dallas, suppose a giri-who Is a
good girl-if a girl should love a mana man
who is good and noble also-and be r to
him-and that man should know Of it-what
ought he to do2"
"Never suppose such a case, my boy"
calmly replied. "Guls don't love-they
speculate. Everyone ~speculates. Men in
stocks; girls in men. You don't know theml"
"But," he persisted, in his boyish way,
suppose she should love him-truly-aH her
life, N NEVER GIVE HIM UP7"
"What has made you grow sentimental all
at once, Bubl Has Daisy proposed to youl
Don't trust them" l continued, in a fatherly
way; they are all frauds; she won't love
you long. You are young now, and t~rustful,
and l don't like to give the thing away to
you, but you must learn it some time. Never
think a girl will love you as you love her. 1t
is simply absurd She will only stand by
you and fool you until she finds a richer man
ora bigger fool. There, don't be offended
nc insult intended, my boy. Those books
we have been reading have put too much
nonsense in your head, l see, and we must
stop them. Love your Daisy as much as you
want to. You will get over it in time, and
no harm will be done" This last I said as I
saw the poor boy was actually feeling badly.
He did not say any more until we were near
tho shore. Then he took it up again in the
same hesitating manner.
"Aren't men deceived by bad women some
times, and don't that make them distrustful
of others who may be goods"
WAt that still Qra vcu2 What cor ho tho
matter with the boy! Love your Daisy if you
want to-" I said, sorry for the boys feelings
being so tender. "Love your Daisy. l will
take 81 it all back and swear by the sun, moon
and stars that she will be true to you-as long
as you want her to! There, does that not set
your mind at rest!"
II know it without your swearing" he
quietly answered, as we pulled the boat up on
the sand and started for camp.
WEDNESDAY, July G.
Ibave smoked three pipes and am now cool
enough to write. To-day we were out in the
boat, and by some blunder or other it upset.
Before I could get the alter out of my mouth
and eyes and get my arings, Roy was sew
eral rods away. Iswam to him, got him on
my back and swan to land. He had a good
drenching, but that wa all. He sat by the
camp fire drying his clothes. Noticed from
my pine tree, where I sat smoking, that he
carefully held a sheet of paper near the flame.
l watched the boy cusiously, he seemed so
very important. After it was dry, he got up,
came over to me, and putting the paper in
my hand, said:
Il wish you would read that, I think you
ought to know what is in it." and went back
to his place by the fire.
1opened the paper and foundkthis letter,
written in a round, glriish hand:
"DEAR Roy: Your letter, telling me about
your camp and how you live, came a few
days ago, and l have brought some paper to
school to write to you on, and will answer it
before recess. hope Miss Knapp won't see
me, for if she does there will be another lec-
ture, and lectures are tiresome in hot
weather. But, then, school is out this week.
Everything is quiet as usual. Jack was
turned out of school til: week after you left,
and Harry has no reccs the rest of the term,
because they tied a cat up to the bell rope by
the tail. I am glad you are enjoying your
self. I often think of what a happy time you
must have, and, Roy, I wish you would tell
me all about Mr.. Dallas, for, Roy, I believe I
love him, love him, love him better thar my
life. Do come back soon and-here comes
Mrs. Knapp! Good-by. Your friend,
DAISY"
That was the end of it all! I got UP and
went over to the boy, and put my ann around
him, and he responded Ivy putting his arm
on my shoulder and laying his cheek against
mine
TUESDAY, July Z.
We start for Schenectady tomorrow. The
fact is, | { om't like to run the risk of having
Roy drowned, and so l nave agreed to go to
tonight, send Il maj for our tent,
and take the early train for home in the
morning. Think l will try one summer in
the city for a change!
Extract from Schenectady Times: MAR
ried, October z, Is, Miss Daisy Dalry1nple
to Mr.. John Dallas" etc.-M. L. Powell, in
Current.